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Raindrops With the feel of a silk shirt sliding off bare arms, yesterday slips away. Now his forgotten mug left mute on the patio, fills only with rain. Droplets reflect pinpoints of light like the smile in his eyes looking back A raincoat of memories wraps around me. I see him watching as I build a stable in sand - many stalls for royal ponies, a wealth in shiny coats, high spirited to soar over fences: bay, buckskin, chestnut, roan. A steed for each season, to be led by him, until I could gallop alone and ford streams I listen to raindrops drumming my window pane like papa's clapping.
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